IT'S VAG FEST '09 BBS.
Thought today was as good a day as any to start this? Especially since people are off work and stuff. So, participate dammit! :P
♀Vagina Fest '09!♥There is a seriously lack of female love going on in fandom lately. There's nothing wrong with slash, boy loving is hot and great and all but there is literally (pun intended) buttloads of it out there ( Read more... )
♀Vagina Fest '09!♥There is a seriously lack of female love going on in fandom lately. There's nothing wrong with slash, boy loving is hot and great and all but there is literally (pun intended) buttloads of it out there ( Read more... )
It's almost pitch black out, but he can clearly see her long, thin silhouette against the dark sky lit by the bit of moonlight that reflects off the length of her neck, her wet knees. Even her eyes seem to shine as the water catches her dancing form in it's watery mirror. He smiles, tossing the bit of grass he had been ripping apart to the ground before standing and making his way over to her.
She looks at him through lidded eyes and kicks water his way while she laughs, not giggles, low in her throat like she's teasing him, goading him to come retaliate. He raises an eyebrow and speeds up, grabbing her by the waist as she yelps and tosses her arms around his shoulders before she can fall. Not that he'd let her fall, of course.
She's breathless as she presses her forehead to his, staring into his eyes. He can smell the deep, strong scent of the river mixed with her own soft musk, something he never gets sick of pushing his nose into her neck and breathing in, deep. It's funny to him, how she can be so alive and open and such a puzzle to him at the same time. He can never solve all her pieces, or decipher her thoughts.
His hands tighten at her waist as a she turns her head at the sound of a frog, somewhere nearby. "Did you ever dream of being a princess when you were a girl?"
When she turns to look at him, she's grinning. "Did you ever dream of being a prince?" Voice teasing, light and yet guarded. And then she's pulling him forward, until he can't steady himself in the thick, wet dirt any longer and they're both waded into the water. Dampness creeps up the front of her dress and it clings to her like a second skin, so that she looks almost naked in the dim lighting.
His hands grasp hers and he pulls her close, eyes never leaving her own as he runs his warm palms up the span of her cool arms, stopping at her shoulders and running his thumbs across her collarbone. He leans forward and lets his lips trail across her throat while he pulls her thin gown down until it's floating on the surface of the water, and the only thing between him and her bare skin is the thick night air.
"I dreamt of moonlight and girls named Guinevere." He whispers across her ear, lips landing beneath the soft lobe.
She laughs a shaky breath against his throat. "Liar."
The sound of her legs cutting through the water and their shared breath seems to be the only sound in the forest when his mouth finds hers.
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Bradley James and Angel Coulby in the water, the gorgeous imagery, the sexual tension...wow, gurl. You are as always, prolific and AWESOME.
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Thank you my darling. ♥ ♥
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I'm almost positive I have, but it bears saying, again and again, because this is just so fucking gorgeous, Kat. Like, really.
You've got them down just so and the dialogue!
THE DIALOGUE.
When she turns to look at him, she's grinning. "Did you ever dream of being a prince?" Voice teasing, light and yet guarded. And then she's pulling him forward, until he can't steady himself in the thick, wet dirt any longer and they're both waded into the water. Dampness creeps up the front of her dress and it clings to her like a second skin, so that she looks almost naked in the dim lighting.
His hands grasp hers and he pulls her close, eyes never leaving her own as he runs his warm palms up the span of her cool arms, stopping at her shoulders and running his thumbs across her collarbone. He leans forward and lets his lips trail across her throat while he pulls her thin gown down until it's floating on the surface of the water, and the only thing between him and her bare skin is the thick night air.
"I dreamt of moonlight and girls named Guinevere." He whispers across her ear, lips landing beneath the soft lobe.
She laughs a shaky breath against his throat. "Liar."
This whole thing rocks my fucking world.
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GAH DIALOGUE. I take your praise and hold it close to my bosom because dialogue and this fandom is a scary combination.
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He smiles, tossing the bit of grass he had been ripping apart to the ground before standing and making his way over to her.
stands out so strongly in my mind. And I adore their little banter.
:D *happy sigh*
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